The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1887-06-18
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pnan child. When poor Tom was
dying l lifted her up for him to kiss,
"Poor child" he said, "her shoes
are almost gone. Promise me, Jack,
that you'll get her pair"
lie didn't say this right off as I tell
it but bit at time and feebly.
She shall never want shoes while
| live" I said, and she never did.
Though she had been out to service
five years [ had always clothed her
and she had laid by all her wages. T
meant to make her my heir one oil
these days.
l had fondly dreamed of other
heirs in days by-gone never to return.
But l was quite taken aback when
| got Kizzie's letter. She was going
to be married.
But the said she would come and
stay awhile with me and cook my
New Years dinner.
Well, she came as pretty and trim
little brunette as eyer you saw.
Her intended husbands name was
Harry Dilworth, and she hadn't
known him long.
never saw girl so taken up with
a lover before.
They were to be married in Febru-
ary, and was bothering my old
head as to what I should give her for
a wedding present, when something
happened.
Her visit was nearly over when I
said to her "Kizzie, 1 wish you
would straighten out the things in
my secretary.
She went to work with a will. I
was almost asleep in my chair, when
all of sudden she cried out, "Uncle
where did you get Harry's picture ?
1 should know it in France"
Before my astonished gaze she held
the cabinet photograph of No. 449 or
Joe Dart.
Out of the five hundred I had made
from single negative in one day /
had kept that.
"Oh, [ got it somewhere" I said
carelessly but 1 trembled in every
limb. "Perhaps we are Cd acquaint-
ances," taking the picture,
What hard work I had in keeping
the truth from her!
"Kizzie," said l soiemnly, 81 am
going to make you my heir. Send
for Henry to spend his holidays with
us and l will tell you where 1 met
him. But don't tell him L have his
picture or my name. Have you ?'
"Why no. I have always called
you Uncle John to him." she said,
looking very curious to know more.
Something in my manner awed
her into silence, but she wrote the in
vitation as l told her. l read the
letter, for she wished me to do SO. |
was afraid the shock might kill her
but when she said to me, "Uncle
Jack, if there is anything wrong
about Henry l wish to know it,"
/ felt better. Then 1 began making
investigations.
Our New Years dinner was on the
table when he arrived.
A false mustache and gOatee to
match his hair, dyed dark brown,
disguised him we'll, but l saw the
fellow start when he saw my face.
Kizzie introduced me as Mr.. Towne,
and he frightened up.
We began our dinner with oyster
soup and l thought it would choke
me. l dreaded the job before me so
much but Kizzie laughed and joked
as gaily as eyer, although there was
dangerous glitter in her black eyes.
The turkey-it was a ten-pound
bird, I remember was done to a
turn. KiZzie was a good cook it
was her trade, you see.
Mr.. Dilworth ate and drank at his
ease. He was evidently speculating
on my money value as an uncle.
AT sign from me Kizzie left the
table.
".Will you take glass of wine with
me?" L asked, rising and going to
the china closet just behind him.
opened the door and out of it
stepped an officer. who arrested him
at once. There was no scene. Joe
Dart spent the night in his old quar-
ters.
Kizzie took 1t very sensibly-these
dark-eyed girls always do. She was
too mad to care much about him.
She has lived with me ever since and
is the joy of my life. Bless her heart.
You would like to know how he
got away from prison?
A man-his brother-was waiting
with hack. Joe got into it with
out being observed, In the hack was
suit of women's clothes and a wig.
In few moments he was transform
ed into good-looking woman, and
for a year lived as such.